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Ghost: *calls Osiris*

Osiris: What is it Ghost? Ugh do you even know what time it is? (Yw: nO) (Saint-14 in the back: is that the Guardian?)

Ghost: Hi! Yeah Are threadlings like Cats or dogs? (Yw: Looks like a squirrel tho - aA-)

Osiris: Wh-(Yw: im okAy-ooF- ) Didn’t you say threadlings were a by part of your rift??

Ghost: uhhhhhh YeaH but, this one is …more domestic???

Osiris: how on earth could that-

Ghost: *turns on video feed*

Yw: “Yeah so funny thing”- scrEEEe ෴⁠ 

Osiris: our place in 20 mins. (Saint: *gets out of bed* I’ll go prepare some hot chocolate)

Ghost & Guardian: okey ;-;👍

Really sketchy but i needed to draw these two for comfort i love them so much 💞

my two pieces for the Ishtar Illustrated Zine based off of Wolftone Draw's lore and Proportionality

full zine is available here

Based on a conversation I had with a good friend

A moment away from the celebrations

After doing one for Drifter and Eris, it only felt fitting to do one for everyone's favourite gay dads.

Am i happy with it? No but it was just a quick thing I threw together, I'm sure ill do another one featuring the two of them again soon.

another member of the server, everyone is nice and cool, you should totally join

O14 Angst Support Group Server

I just wanted to promote a Discord Group I'm a part of that's really fun and welcoming! Gamers, fan fic writers, and more- every type of Destiny fan is welcome but we mostly like to share ideas for more O14 fan content and encourage each other. If you love Saint-14 and Osiris and are looking for a place to commiserate about the curse that has befallen both their houses, please stop by and check us out! We'd be happy to have you!

(The blushy ghost used in the banner is not mine and was found on google and traced back to this link for credit)

Join here!

wrote a fic last night so i may as well post it here too, make sure to read the tags before reading the fic ^^

o14 super post go

I know that previously on this blog that I had been calling shots on who was gonna die and who was gonna live, but this time I am absolutely terrified that Osiris is the one that's gonna go!!

Doesn't everything about him seem a bit too final this time around? The dreams, confronting is trauma in the Forest again, telling Saint over and over again that he loves him and that he's not some copy he pulled from wherever in the Vex network? It's a lot of things that hadn't been spoken of before that are suddenly being thrown at our faces all at once, like the writers are trying to tie up loose ends before taking him out back and shooting him in the head.

I don't know... I'm scared but at the same time I'm sooooo excited for the angst if Osiris dies. Saint needs a reason to go crazy again and what better reason than his Phoenix being extinguished once and for all?

Blatant plug if you wanna scream about old men with some like-minded people consider joining our discord server!!! https://discord.gg/YUkj2BW9HE

Stars above no character has ever made me feel this much stress before Osiris is such a pain in the ass. (I love him dearly!!)

So having O14 discord going great guys

I love soulmates but also this-

Osiris goes to the bedroom one night, and just sits on the bed crying as he realizes how much he's lost.

Saint-14 obviously hears this. He just comes in, kneels down before Osiris, and holds his face between both his hands, pressing their foreheads together. He wipes Osiris's tears with his thumbs, and just holds the man.

When he stops, Osiris just throws his arms around Saint, and presses into him. His gentle whispers of thanks are sweet.

And Saint just brushes Osiris's head down his spine, and tells the man he is his phoenix. Osiris burns so bright that he loses the flame and it kills him. But no less, he always rises from the ashes of what was, and becomes bright yet again.

Osiris tells Saint he can only do this because of him. Because of the promise they have to keep living for each other.

Saint nods, kisses him, and smiles. He will keep being the reason Osiris lives, then. Because Osiris is his reason all the same. They love so much. Both of them.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny), The Drifter & Osiris (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), The Drifter (Destiny) Additional Tags: Alcohol, Heavy Drinking, Angst, Memories, Reminiscing, Friendship, Game: Destiny 2: Episode: Echoes, Game: Destiny 2: Episode: Echoes spoilers, Spoilers, Depression, Neurodiversity, The Sundial (Destiny), Osiris/Saint-14 Angst (Destiny), The Iron Lords (Destiny), Camaraderie, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Anger, Insecurity, Pain, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

Sometimes the only person you can talk to is one that you knew before you were a legend. Unfortunately for Drifter, that means playing bartender to one belligerent, and heart-broken, Phoenix.

I think they're silly

Original post by sweepswoop_

THANK YOU THIS WAS SUCH A FUN READ TO WAKE UP TO IN THE MORNING

7, O14 from the ask game, i just think it would hilarious having those two in the cereal isle at 2am

7. The cereal aisle at 2am O14

From the ask game here

Thank you to the kind people in the Destiny 2 discord I am part of for helping me come up with Guardian themed cereals. Ya'll are the best.

Osiris shuffled beside Saint staring at the list he had written. His other hand was firmly in his partner's and occasionally Saint would tug a little to help him avoid running face first into a display.

"We got the milk and butter. We got eggs. The Young Wolf said they need cereal too." He said finally looking up at Saint with tired brown eyes. It was really too late, or too early, to be shopping but they had both had nightmares and the little 24 hour market wasn't far from their shared home.

So Saint slipped on the violet bunny slippers that had been a gift from their favorite Guardian and Osiris wrapped up in a red house robe and they dragged themselves out to do the shopping.

Turning down the cereal aisle the pair of them froze, Osiris' eyes widening.

"Have there always been... This many?" He asked and Saint snorted.

"I would not know. I am Exo. I only ever come here to get food for you. Or tea." He pointed out shifting the basket he was holding with the food they already picked out in it further down his arm so he could reach for a box without letting go of Osiris' hand.

"Warlock Wheaties? It says there are marshmallow nova bombs that will turn the milk purple-" Saint started but Osiris cut him off.

"No."

"What do you mean no, I did not even-" he started again but Osiris snatched the box to put it back on the shelf.

"You said it yourself Saint, you don't need to eat. We are not getting these just because they turn the milk purple. I think the Young Wolf wanted the- Is... Is that supposed to be me?" Osiris interrupted himself to grab a different box while Saint started to laugh delightedly.

On the box was a cartoon caricature of a egyptian themed warlock with flaming wings hovering over a bowl of cereal with triangular pieces. The box announced itself as Orbs Of Power: Super Solar and claimed to be a peanut butter protein cereal with little marshmallow ghosts that looked an awful lot like Sagira's shell shape.

"I want to eat the marshmallow Sagiras. I do not need to but when she sasses me it will make me feel powerful," Saint said immediately grabbing a box to add to their basket.

"They have scornflakes, ha! Oh look here is arcberry flavored one with a little Zavala. Do you think they have a little me?" Saint said starting to look through the boxes of normal raisin bran and for more themed boxes.

Unfortunately there were no Saint-14 themed cereals to be found leading to Osiris having to comfort his pouting titan partner as he tried to drag him away toward the checkout.

"I'll talk to Ikora. I'm certain we can do a... A fundraiser or something and make a cereal with a little you on it Saint. The people love you. Call them Titan-O's or something else equally ridiculous." He promised.

It took a lot of work and Osiris threatening many people but months later a new box of cereal was put out with A tiny Saint-14 on the box holding hands with the tiny Osiris in front of a bowl of rainbow fruit cereal for the new Prismatic Power puffs.

bungie

BUNGIE

BUNGIE

I THOUGHT WE AGREED TO LEAVE THE OLD GAY MEN ALONE

T h i s

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Saint-14 (Destiny), Osiris (Destiny) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, First Kiss, Self-Destructive Tendencies, Caretaking, Trauma, Comfort, Trauma Recovery, Loss, slow-developing relationship, not in the fic but like in universe, Sometimes New Trauma Reignites Old Trauma!! Summary:

Sometimes you need to be with the only person you’d feel safe to break down around, even if you never have. In the immediate wake of Sagira’s death, Osiris comes to find Saint in the City. POV Saint-14.

wrote this because i made a fic-writing pact with @hencegoodfortune

i have never destined a knee in my life but i am care about sad bird boys

read here or on AO3

Saint had never thought the sight of Osiris would strike dread into his heart. But there was something completely wrong with the sharp-soft-fluid outline of his gleaming helm, his cowl’s feathery tresses and the flowing robes. His posture remained as impeccable as always as he strode through the echoing Tower hangar. Yet something troubled the lines of him. It was as if each exposed surface were on the verge of collapsing inward on a vacuum, and the only thing preventing it was the sheer force of his considerable will. Saint had never seen him like this. A cold feeling ran through his body as if injected directly into the ducts of his circulatory ichor.

“Osiris,” he whispered, even though they were not yet within earshot. Saint trotted out on restless feet from the shadow of the Gray Pigeon to meet him. They drew together at the end of the long sun-emblazoned rug that sprawled before his ship. Saint could not help but begin to reach for Osiris, but he stopped when he saw the man’s unresponsive stiffness.

“Hello, Saint,” he said shortly. He crossed his arms. Only a stripe of his upper face showed between his helm and his mask. The lines around his eyes had gone flat and the ones between his brows had deepened.

“What is wrong?”

“Take your pick. This time? The Hive.”

“No. What is wrong?”

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*mutters indistinctly* cuties

distraction

was doing a kiss meme on twitter and got 3 osiris/saint requests so i am crossposting them!!!

The audacity

Osiris you are under arrest for horny on main

fellas is it gay to